Sunday, July 21, 2013

Guest Post: Selkie's Revenge by Rosanna Leo

Anyone who knows me is aware that I have a HUGE obsession with reading Selkie stories. 

What is a selkie you ask? A seal shifter. They don't morph from human to paranormal creatures like werewolves would, they simply shed their pelts. 

Why am I obsessed with them? BECAUSE THEY'RE HOT, VERY SEXUAL, AND WET! 

I'm going to turn things over now to the wonderful and talented Rosanna Leo! (Stay tuned... in a few day's I'll be posting my review)


I’d like to offer a huge thank you to Tamaria, the greatest selkie fan ever! One day, for her birthday, I am going to craft one out of clay and present it to here as a gift…life-sized and generously proportioned (wink wink).

Of course, I’m here to tell you a bit about my newest selkie book, Selkie’s Revenge, book 2 of my Orkney Selkies series. Selkies are mythical creatures and possess a number of interesting talents. First and foremost among these is the ability to charm and ensnare, thanks to their astounding good looks.

Now looks are only skin-deep, right? None of us is so shallow that we’d only judge someone by looks. However, in romance lit, let’s face it: the hero needs to be hot. Super hot. And my selkies are no exception.
Selkies are reputed to have long, dark hair, limpid black eyes and amazing bodies. Although my family of selkies includes a few redheads and blonds, my selkie men pretty much live up to the age-old standard. My hero Machar “Call me Mack” Kirk has “black hair and blacker eyes.” He’s mysterious, haunted and rather intense at times. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate a good chuckle. He’s soulful.

And while many selkies enjoy their roles as sexual genies, my Mack’s feelings run a little deeper. You see, he’s suffered tremendous loss, a pain he’s carried for hundreds of years. For this reason, he’s not quite as frivolous as some of his brothers may be.

When my heroine Beth sees him for the first time, her vision is flooded with color. Beth, too, is grieving, and has noticed her world is wan and bland, filled with tones of beige and grey. When she firsts sees Mack, she begins to see color again and it delights her in a way she doesn’t understand.

Is it just the selkie charm at work? Or is something deeper happening between them? I hope you’ll get a chance to check out Selkie’s Revenge and see! 


On the beaches of Orkney, Scotland, an evil entity stalks mortal women. Machar “Mack” Kirk is a selkie man with a haunted past, one that has prompted him to become a hunter. He prowls the beaches at night, his arrows aiming for the finman who took his first love. 

Beth Pedersen also watches the sea. The haunted widow has suffered losses of her own, ones that have crippled her into a state of stony grief. Beth can no longer feel, can no longer see color and life. Until the day Mack Kirk saves her from a mysterious foe, flooding her world with brightness and foreign temptation.

As Mack and Beth fight their inundating passion, the finman escalates his attacks. Before long, Mack realizes he’s not just playing Good Samaritan. He wants Beth, too, and will do anything to ensure his lover isn’t taken by the finman. But can he protect his mate from a monster with no soul?


As a torrent of emotion coiled up through her core, Beth kissed him. She barely understood his words, barely comprehended her own thoughts, but she knew she needed Mack’s mouth upon hers. She smashed her lips against his, and his tongue penetrated the warmth of her mouth, finding its home there. He slid his hands down her back to her bottom, and he groaned, digging into the soft flesh of her behind.

Desire and common sense raged a war inside her head. Common sense told her to pack a bag, purchase a ticket to New Smyrna, and leave Mack Kirk far behind. Desire told her to submit, and it was winning out by a mile. “I don’t know what to do. I need you to tell me what to do.”

He leaned in, smelling so sweet, like an exotic fruit she just needed to peel and gobble up. “Just let go, Beth. Just feel.”

She dared to look him in the eye. “I’m afraid to feel.”

“I know. For years I was too.” He brushed his lips against hers, and his tongue slipped out to caress between them, making her ache with such yearning. “But I’ll help you.”

Jamie and Edan arrived with beers. Edan gave Jamie a look as if knowing they’d interrupted something. “I’m heading back to the bar to try my luck with the luscious bartender.”
Jamie grimaced. “The old one with the beard?”

“Not him, you eejit,” Edan said with a grunt. “The female bartender. The one with the big…” He paused, looking at Beth. “Uh, bottle of vodka. Right, that one.” He dashed off.
Jamie winked at Beth. “I’ll get to her first.” With a smile, he was after his brother.

She leaned against Mack’s wall of a chest, wanting to lose herself in him. “Show me how to feel again.”

“With pleasure,” he growled into her ear. He nibbled her earlobe and then proceeded to slide back out of the booth.

“Where are you going?” she asked, already needy for his touch again.

“Just to the jukebox,” he replied, grinning. “You are going to dance with me. And feel.”

She watched, glued to her seat as Mack inserted a couple of coins into the jukebox and selected a song. He turned to her, his lips curled in a grin. As the first rolling guitar chords of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?” washed over her, making her want to move, Mack beckoned to her with a finger.

Beth’s body moved toward him, responding like a homing pigeon diving toward its destination. He pulled her into his arms and they swayed. Beth had never danced so closely with a man to anything but a romantic ballad, but Mack wouldn’t break contact with her. He moved his hard body against hers, his hands on her hips, and his erection was a thick temptation grinding against her stomach. She had to fight the need to drop to her knees, rip down his jeans, and take his cock deep in her throat. The urge, and the depth of emotion accompanying it, made her light-headed. He turned her away from the bar area toward the nearest wall and slid his hands over the curve of her bottom. His fingers dug into her ass, and Beth had to remind herself they were in public. She wanted him to nail her right to the wall. Through the damn wall. She needed him inside her at all costs.

He felt so good.

My mate. Could it be?

He lowered his head so he could whisper against her ear. “Do you feel me, Beth? Do you feel my desire throbbing against you? My need to be joined to you again?”

The song reached its crescendo, and his hips rolled against hers in a heady foreshadowing of what he would do to her the next time they were alone. Beth closed her eyes. The way he moved was sinful. She imagined devils from the most depraved circles of hell might dance in such a fashion. All of a sudden, even her soft leggings felt tight and restrictive. She wanted them off. She wanted no barrier between their bodies. As if sensing her need, Mack reached a discreet hand toward her breast and located her distended nipple through her tunic. He tugged and she had to bite her lip not to cry out.

“Take me home, Mack,” she begged in an unfamiliar, wanton voice. “I want to feel more.”

Buy Links:   Amazon     Liquid Silver Books   ARe

Book One in the series:

This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fianc√© cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.

To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before. 

Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.

As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.

 Buy Links:    Amazon     Liquid Silver Books   ARe

Author Bio:

Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books. Her books include For the Love of a God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell, The Selkie, Sunburn and Predator’s Kiss. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.


  1. Thank you for having Mack and I today, Tamaria! We're thrilled to be here. :)

  2. I love Selkie books. Thanks for the giveaway!